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This past April, the mate had to travel to New York City for work, and I decided to join him. The trip held plenty of firsts for me: my first flight, my first time traveling north of Tennessee, and my first time being surrounded by millions of people. The entire occasion was a little bittersweet: while thrilled at the overall experience of such a massive city, I wasn’t so thrilled with New Jersey [in my opinion the worst state possible], my extreme exhaustion, and the shortness of the trip [only two days]. But I still can’t wait to go back.

The City.

The mate snapped this shot as I walked out of his friend’s apartment in Brooklyn.

We happened upon the Ballerina Mime, who would pose perfectly still until someone put money in her bucket. Then, as a thank you, she’d do a subtle ballet number and resume her motionless position. For more photographs & information, check out her MySpace profile.

About three years ago, I developed a strange fascination with photographing cemeteries. My curiosity isn’t stimulated at all by morbidity; rather, I’m enthralled by the architecture, monuments, and overall beauty that most cemeteries hold inside.

Established in 1850, Oakland is the oldest cemetery in Atlanta, and it survived the Civil War. At over 88 acres, Historic Oakland holds the graves of several notable individuals, including Margaret Mitchell [author of Gone with the Wind], Bobby Jones [professional golfer], Joseph Jacobs [creator of Coca-Cola], Maynard Jackson [first African-American mayor of Atlanta], and many others. The cemetery regularly holds family events, such as Sunday in the Park, and is a favorite spot to walk the dog or get some exercise.

These two cemeteries [established in the late 1800s] coexist in close proximity to each other & a nearby river. Both are filled with exalting flora, rolling hills, and breathtaking monuments to those passed on years ago.

I have a love/hate relationship with the Capital of the South, ATL, Hotlanta, the City that’s too Busy to Hate [ha!], whatever you want to call it, that I’ve been living in for the past year. Yes, traffic and panhandlers are as bad as you’ve been told, but the city has a few charms. I can never resist my addiction to going to the High Museum on the first Saturday every month when there’s free admission. I love strolling around Downtown, Midtown, and Piedmont Park when it’s cool enough, with my camera wrapped around my arm. And of course, it’s delightfully entertaining to watch the crazies that walk the streets at all hours of the day.